North-Wood Palm High

When the bell rang Logan rushed to the door. He walked next to Alissa. "Hey there, whats up?" he said smiling as he walked down the hall toward his locker.
 
Alissa looked at Logan and smiled "Hi, nothing much; whats up with you?' she asked with a little chuckle. She had her history books in her arms, and thought that she might drop one soon
 
"Same thing as you. Dreading going to another boring class, although every class to me is boring." he laughed. Logan saw one of Alissa's books slipping. He grabbed it, and handed it to. "Here looks like you were gonna drop it." he said smiling.
 
Alissa laughed. She smiled "Thank you" she said she started to blush a little. She looked at him, then the ground. She pushed her hair behind her ears "what class do you have next?" she asked
 
"Math." Logan said all sad. "I hate that class, but at least I have Mason in there with me. Him and I have the exact same schedule this year." Logan said.
 
Alissa smiled "I'll see you around?" she asked as she stood infront of history class. She started to open the door
 
"Yeah for sure." Logan said with a smile. "We are in the same homeroom after all!" He joked and winked at Alissa. He then walked to class and waited for Mason to get there too.
 
Alissa smiled and waved to him, she walked into her history class and sat down she looked at the clock and waited for the class to start


Mason saw Logan outside Math "Hey dude" he said as he fist bumped him and walked into Math
 
Mason chuckled "Good for you. Really? You're kidding, you didn't ask for her name" he said as he shook his head


AlisSa couldn't stay focused in class, she kept on thinking about Logan and their past conversation. She just wanted to be done with History and do something else
 
Mason looked at Logan and laughed "Get her number too" he said with a chuckle


Alissa looked at the clock "5 more minutes" she said to herself she tapped her pencil on her desk.


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Mason chuckled "I do" he said with a smile. When the bell rang he looked at Logan "Go get her" he said with a chuckle


Alissa stood up and walked back to her locker. She put her books back and leaning against her locker
 
Logan laughed. Logan spotted Alissa standing by her locker. He walked over. "Hey sorry I never got your name last time." ha laughed "But i'm Logan even though i'm sure you already knew that." he joked


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Alissa smiled and started to blush lightly "Im Alissa" she said with a smile. She pushed her bangs back and chuckled "Yep, your Logan, football player, all of the girls in the school drool over you like bubble heads" she laughed "but yes I know you" she smiled


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Macey knew she was going to be late for her rehearsal, but it wasn't her fault her locker had jammed with her pointe shoes inside. Finally in the dressing room, she changed out of her sundress and into pink tights, a green and teal Yumiko leotard and gaynor minden pointe shoes. She then headed into the quiet dance studio, surprisingly no one was in there, and she began stretching at the barre.
 
Mason saw a pretty blonde run into the dance room, his eyes followed her until the door closed he looked at the all and looked at Logan and Alissa
 
Macey stretched for a few minutes, pulling her leg back to her head into a pencil, and working her over-splits, and then began to warm up her legs with some tendu's, releve's, and grande battements. Finally she was ready to practice her variation of Firebird, but it seemed like no one was coming into the studio. It was her off-period of course, but she had been using the time to practice with Ms. Francine, the dance director. Not totally sure if she could even be in here without Ms. Francine around she decided to leave a note in case she came in after class was over.


After writing the little note, Macey stepped into the center of the marley, ready to practice her counts alone.
 
Macey could hear a basketball being shot in the quietness of the building. The gym was practically connected to the dance studio. She had always wondered why the school had connected them like that. But she was in the zone, and the repetitive dribble and sound of the ball hitting the floor was almost comforting. She began to dance, the first solo of the firebird was petit allegro, and it was quite obvious by the pace. A quick echappee to fourth, then second, then a few fast pique arabesques across the floor. The words just flowed from her head to her toes. She counted out loud, "One, two, three..." and her brain repeated each step, "attitude, step step, pirouette, attitude, jete', jete', jete'!"


By the end of the choreography her calves burned and her breath came out in quick puffs. Macey took a swig of water and then grabbed her ipod. She was ready to practice with the music. She plugged it in to the stereo and set it to the piece she was looking for, L'Oiseay de Feu (The Firebird), and before hitting play she took a quick breath, then ran into position.
 
Mason heard the music and shook it off; he continued to shoot and rebound until his arms and legs burned
 
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